WaitingWaiting,by NellAlone and scared,She sits and waits.She waits for the lightThat will shine in the darkness;The light at the end of the tunnel.It's not there,Or at least,Not yet.All she wants to doIs to be left alone,But when she is alone,She feels this way.It doesn't add up.It doesn't make sense.No one is ever satisfied,So she will never be.She doesn't expect to be satisfied.So she sits and waits.She waits for the lightThat may never shine.
A Haiku for MarilynMarilyn MonroeWas a wonderful actressWhose legend lives on.
LeneHer name wasLilli-Marlene, but her real friendsCalled her Lene.His name was Alan. He lived on the other side of the state,But to Lene, it seemed likeThe other side of the world. Lene depended on Alan. She was constantly depressed,And he was her shoulder to cry on. She wanted to be an actress,He was an aspiring comedian,But only Lene found him funny. One day they would followTheir dreams together,But while he was a social butterfly,She was a candle in the wind,So close to burning out. The night Alan moved away wasThe night that Lene first tookA knife to her wrist. Metal met flesh. Blood, though not much of it,Slowly flowed out. It looked like a rose-tinted riverAmongst her pasty white skin. She didn't know why she did it,So she wrote a letter to Alan. It began to rain;The angels were crying. Lene admired many of those angels,And hoped to become one some day. Alan had beenHer first best frie
The Bus StopShe trembled as she waited,Cold, scared, and alone. She waited all through the nightBy the city bus stop. Finally, he got off one bus. He had come back for her. They kissed for a brief while,As she let out a slightLaugh and smile. His visit was a short one,For he kissed her good-bye,And got on the last bus of the night. She wanted to go with him,But she didn't want to leave home. She clutched the chain on her neck,A locket he had given her;It was shaped like a heart, and insideWere pictures of them both. "I'll remember you!" she shouted, as the bus pulled away. "Don't forget to write!"But she'd never see him again. Not another day,Not another night.
Father or Furter? Chapter 6Thoughts of Faxon lingered on Rambie's mind on occasion. She didn't know whether to hate him or love him for being the reason that she was finally allowed outside.I think I love him, she thought. Have I gone mad? I honestly can't believe I love him! That sick idiot. He thinks he's so special because he's a prince. I can't believe I've fallen for that
that bastard! Her attitude suddenly switched from aggravation to realization. I have to see him again, she thought. I can't go on like this, just thinking and wondering about him. Tonight's the night. She casually approached Riff Raff, who was sitting in the kitchen, lost deeply in thought."Father," she said. No response. "Father!""Huh? What? Oh, hello, Rambia. I
didn't hear you come in.""I was just wondering," she began, "if I could go out on my own sometimes.""You've only been outside once, and now you want to go out on your own?" he questioned."Well, I am old enough, and I'm a rather g